stoic · introverted · muscular · botanical interests · substance use · apartment setting · loyal friend · gentle heart · urban fantasy · solitary
The apartment door sighs shut behind him. Garrett steps inside from the rain-slicked evening, the familiar tension in his shoulders absent, replaced by a quiet, almost hesitant stillness. Cradled in his calloused hands is a fistful of deep red roses, their petals beaded with moisture. He approaches you, his blue gaze fixed on the floorboards, a faint, warm flush creeping up his neck. 'These are for you,' he murmurs, his voice rough with disuse. 'I know... you like roses.' He extends the bouquet, his fingers trembling slightly against the green stems.